The dullness of love

I love my husband for his steady nature. 
Three years of courtship and now, two years into marriage, 
I would have to admit, that I am getting tired of it. 
The reasons of me loving him before, 
has now transformed into the cause of all my restlessness. 
I am a sentimental woman. I yearn for the romantic moments. 
My husband is my complete opposite, his lack of sensitivity, 
and the inability of bringing romantic moments into our 
marriage has disheartened me about love. 

One day, I finally decided to tell him my decision, 
that I wanted a divorce. “Why?” he asked, shocked. 
“I am tired; there are no reasons for everything 
in the world!” I answered. He kept silent the whole night. 
And finally he asked me: “What can I do to change your mind?” 
Looking deep into his eyes I slowly answered : 
“Here is the question, if you can answer and convince my heart,
I will change my mind, Let’s say, I want a flower 
located on the face of a mountain cliff, and we both are 
sure that picking the flower will cause your death, 
will you do it for me?” 

He said:” I will give you your answer tomorrow….” 
My hopes sank further. I woke up the next morning 
to find him gone, and saw a paper, underneath a milk glass, 
on the dining table “ My dear, “I would not pick that flower for you, 
but please allow me to explain the reasons.” 
This first line was already breaking my heart. 
“You always leave the house keys behind; 

I have to save my legs to rush home to open the door for you. 
You love travelling but always lose your way in a new city; 
I have to save my eyes to show you the way. 
You like to stay indoors, and I worry that you will be infected by infantile autism. 
I have to save my mouth to tell you jokes and stories to 
cure your boredom. 

I have to save my hands so that I can hold your hand 
while strolling down the beach, as you enjoy the sunshine 
and the beautiful sand. Thus, my dear, unless I am sure
that there is someone who loves you more than I do… 

I could not pick that flower yet, and die. ” My tears fell. I continued reading 
“If you are satisfied, please open the front door for I am 
standing outside bringing your favourite bread and fresh milk”. 
I rush to pull open the door, and saw his anxious face, 
clutching tightly the milk bottle and loaf of bread. 

Now I am very sure that no one will ever love me as much as he does,
and I have decided to leave the flower alone. That’s life, and love. 
When one is surrounded by love, the feeling of excitement 
fades away, and one tends to ignore the true love that lies 
in between the peace and dullness. 
— Author unknown